You are a good listener,
Always to be.
Typhoon's approaching,
...
buy me some fish
and let me cook it, with freshly bloomed sage
would you like a cup of Pomegranate juice
accompany to the dish
...
I Dislike You To Be Still
You are a good listener,
Always to be.
Typhoon's approaching,
Avalanche's thundering,
Aurora polaris' pulsing,
You are listening to me.
You listened quietly,
While my stories' teling,
While my bitter complaining,
While my tears' lasting a long long century.
You listened my balderdash of hallucination,
My abracadabra of trepidation,
My days of withering tea-leaves,
My watch hand pricking dawn dreams.
You listened my hair flows,
My shoulder quivers,
My stomach wrings,
My heart twinges.
Like the air around me,
Too good a listener are you.
As if I sang to a dim dark valley
Which would never echo.
But how can I say,
I do not like you,
I do not like you to be still.
i like your poems they give one an image of what is meant or conveyed. it tells a story that one would take to heart and get to be relieved by.